If cybertronian lore was to be believed, he had every right to be; Maximo had brought about the end of the golden age almost single-handedly with his silver tongue.
OOC: they’re all derelict, but a few still have contents worth salvaging.
This was exactly why haliaetus wasn’t going to let him wake
Warya left her house, tablet in hand. She tra sformed, and the tablet ended up in her wasp legs. She started to fly, heading towards the museum.
Detecting continued “attacks” upon the pod, the ship opened a panel in the floor, stowing it within.
An influx of visitors were flooding the main entrance following the earlier events.
Hardshot transforms to robot mode and begins looking about the valley, hoping to find some sign of the Junkion and his spaceship.
She tried to use the tablet to make the two Knight statues from the entrance to rise their swords.
OOC: Gtg.
Haliaetus checks the ship map to see if there was any other entrances to the area bellow
If Hardshot entered the frigate in the middle of the valley, he would find the coordinates to the Indomitable on a holotable.
Neither the table nor the statues yielded to Warya’s commands.
The pod was now seemingly unreachable.
“weild the pannel shut.” He ordered
The goons begin to do so.
this isn’t good…
The goons successfully weld the panel shut, seemingly trapping Maximo.
The gestalt and his entourage were bringing some scavenged Energon to the ship.
OOC: …oh no
IC: Haliaetus then gave the order to salvage the ship, including the solar systems, "this is no longer suitable for our purposes "
“Oh come on, we just got this thing working!” the duocon complains.
“and we just found the prime that ended the golden age with words alone”
“And he’s cooped up in a stasis pod,” the duocon counters. “As long as we keep him there, we’re good, right?”
“How is he even alive?” the techno-organic wonders aloud. Indeed, every iteration of the myth depicted Maximo as having died on the Hydrax Plateau with the rest of the Thirteen. The only point of contention was the exact manner in which his spark had been extinguished.
“very well, seal off this room and put motion trackers within. That should be sufficient security.”
The goons begin to do so.
With no sign of Salvage in what appears to be his ship, he decided to wait here until he returns.
Haliaetus heads towards the worldsweeper, looking for the gestalt